trial

137 Entries for “trial”

Courtrooms bored him. The polished wood, the uncomfortable chairs, all those motherfuckers constantly droning on. And the suit. Fuck sakes, the suit. The white shirt was itchy from the starch – it was just out of the plastic and he was sure there were still pins in it, and the necktie that fit like a noose.

The trial had lasted most of one week and bled into the next. They gave him a haircut and a pad and a pencil, told him not to scowl. He instead drew pictures of scantily-clad women in compromising positions, until his “legal team” ripped the pad away and made faces of frustration at him.

Finally, they called him to the stand. He’d been coached, oh how he’d been coached, but he figured these fine people in the box, the ones who sat in tow rows of elevated chairs, deserved to hear the truth.

Especially since he had hunted in their ranks, and they needed to know that he wasn’t the only one who burned with the hunger to see their everythings consumed.

I lost it. My calculations were off just by a smidgen – a mere decimal or two – and yet it destroyed everything, all 100% of everything, the world around me. But then again, the earth itself is nothing but a decimal to the universe.

what’s a trial ? when i was younger I always thought that a trial was like a free trial, like for mmo games, you know when you test them for free. It’s only afterwards that I learnt the real signification. English is not my native language =P

I never got a trial period as a debater. I had the final performance, and nothing else before that really. I was flung into a competition like a sacrificial lamb into a den of starving lions, and expected to be good.

Each word that stumbles out of my mouth is put on a trial before your very court. Each trial I am guilty. Each time my hollow chest beats, I am guilty. Each thud, guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Only when the jury has dissipated, only when you have shucked your robes and left the building am I free. And even then, inside myself, I know. I am guilty.

The trial separation didn’t go as well as planned. Each missed the other tremendously, but when they were in the same room, they forgot the wanting as it was overrun by a deep, intense hatred that clouded their senses and hurt their stomachs.